"The Vandals are coming! The Vandals are coming! ”

In the quiet streets of Rome, the old soldier who had fled shouted weakly in an already hoarse voice.

Every Roman who passed by was horrified when they heard the news, and they widened their eyes and pricked up their ears to listen to the hoarse voice over and over again.

The children even screamed and ran along with the panting old man, and the fear spread slowly throughout the city of Rome in a small upheaval.

Until the first Vandal's warship crashed into the shore beach, like a dagger, it cut a deep scar on the beach.

The Vandals jumped from the bow, and there was no sign of a Roman on the shore, except for the scattered shields and spears.

In this way, without bloodshed, the Vandals marched straight towards the city of Rome.

"What about our army? And what about our army? ”

When it was learned that the Vandals had set foot on Roman soil, it was believed that this question was repeated in every Roman population.

It is undoubtedly a great irony that the demons who destroyed the kingdom of Dido were heading towards the Eternal City, and that there were no soldiers who could swear to protect Rome at such a time of crisis.

Aetius, the famous shield of the Empire, was powerless against the imminent threat of Rome in distant Gaul.

But what about the Central Field Army? And what about the Italian Legion? And the Praetorian Guard, who was responsible for the protection of the city of Rome and the safety of Augustus? It seems to be gone.

The various field legions that were located in the Apennine Peninsula, especially around the city of Rome, disappeared without a trace from the time the Coast Guard discovered the Vandals, as if they all knew that a great enemy was coming.

This was the first time such a strange event had happened, even if they did not enter the city, but were only stationed around the city of Rome, just like when they faced Attila's army.

But now the Apennine field army seemed to be collectively silent, as if it had been premeditated, and there was no flag for the field army in the empty barracks outside the city of Rome, as if it had been premeditated by the Romans and the Vandals.

For the first time in thousands of years, a Roman army, which had always been considered loyal, had abandoned the Eternal City.

The desperate citizens of Rome thought of God in the first moment of panic, and now, perhaps only God can save the Eternal City, as in the case of Attila, thousands of Roman citizens came to the front of the cathedral and knelt before the door of the living Pope Leo I, the only heir of St. Peter.

They wept and begged God for mercy to save them from calamity, not only nobles, but also commoners, soldiers, and even beggars.

The cries were like invisible spears as they pierced through the stone walls, through the courtyard, until they reached the ears of Leo I.

"It is pitiful that they always think of God's love when they are in despair. Listen to it, listen to their pious voices. Leo spoke unhurriedly in a tone that barely made out any emotion, picked up the cup and drank it down, then pursed his lips and licked the traces of milk from the corners of his mouth.

He had to endure the noise, and tilted his head to the side with a look of disgust. In a tall building, when you open the window, you can see the citizens crying and begging for his help.

The heavily armed guards guarding the Holy See surrounded the bars and prevented some of the fanatical believers from climbing through the fence to beg Leo and frighten him.

The guards were strong and well-armed, and they were loyal enough for Leo to confidently entrust them with the task of guarding the church.

"Flavies. What the hell is Luga doing now? Didn't he know that now was the time when the legion he brought with him was so badly needed? Leo muttered to himself, and from time to time he turned his head to look at the far western wall, where soldiers with spears and bows and arrows were patrolling back and forth, and looking at them, how pitiful they were.

Leo couldn't help but sigh lightly, he was waiting for Luga, and Luga, what was he waiting for?

In the gardens of the palace, Yudoria was reading with a parchment scroll in her hand.

She was so hard, so hard, she read word for word, she was so assiduously, did she really worship the creator of these psalms? Still hiding from something, desperately avoiding something that shouldn't be.

Okay, admit it, in fact, she doesn't like these poems, literature, rhetoric and grammar all the time to embellish a person's words and deeds, although this can make people look quite educated, and the words that open and close her mouth reveal the aristocratic temperament to impress others.

"The hidden gold and jade is like rubble buried in the ground!" Eudoria repeated Horace's verses over and over again, looking up from time to time.

Because of that anger, she hasn't seen Hunerick for three days, not so much because she misses this guy, but because she is lonely, after all, there are few people to talk to in such a deep palace compound.

"The hidden gold and jade is like rubble buried in the ground!"

Yudoria went on to say that looking around at the landscape, it was early spring, the season of revival of all things, and the surroundings were full of life, birds and flowers, but there was no one to enjoy the scenery with.

Yudoria thought that she was used to solitude, but always at the most critical time, she was uncomfortable because of the torture of loneliness, and she sighed softly while holding the parchment.

"Why sigh at such a young age?"

Yudoria was amazed by the voice that Leng Buding came from behind her, and she hurriedly turned around and saw Luga.

This is a new meeting, Luga does not have the mighty armor that he used to wear in the Pantheon, but a purple toga robe, inside which he wears a milky white robe, which looks so ordinary, fades the brilliance of Augustus, and then looks like Luga's lack of those cold barriers like walls, he does look a little approachable.

Luga spread out his hands, tilted his head, and asked Yudoria with a smile, "Can I come over?" ”

Yudoria was really surprised by Luga's different behavior, she looked at Luga in a daze, and only nodded slightly after a long time, which was considered to be granting Luga's request.

With his consent, Luga did not procrastinate, and he took a step and walked unhurriedly to Yudoria's side.

"How did you get in?" Yudoria lowered her head and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't the people inform me?" ”

"That's what I won't let them tell you, well, please forgive my dictatorship, after all, I'm so afraid that you'll turn against me and refuse to see me."

"You're Caesar!" Yudoria deliberately sarcastic, "If you want to see someone, I'm afraid that person won't be able to resist." ”

"But you're different, Yudoria, you're different." Luga looked down at Yudoria and said with a serious expression.

"I'm so flattered!"

"Don't be too surprised, Yudoria, I just want to talk to you, as a friend." Luga shrugged, "Friendship is nothing else, but a harmony of apology and love that connects all the common things in the world." ”

Cicero said that." Yudoria was overwhelmed with thoughts.

"Yes, yes!" Luga smiled and nodded.